Watching you brush off
My gentle reminders of
The love I still have
Feels like a cold blade
Not yet piercing but gliding
Across my fair skin
Telling me you see
My emotions but don't touch
Them with high value
I polish your shoes
Like you walk a greater path
Listen to your talks
As if a bible
To admire every word
And golden edges
I couldn't live up
To your ideals changed myself
Refined my morals
Still I'm standing here
In a dress that you love but
Not on my body
You keep me knowing
How desperate I am for your
Cruel validations
Leaving empty hands
After I've poured my efforts
Into your temple
And you nudge away
My attempts to learn about
Your daily outings
I watch the time pass
In a room full of portraits
Pedestal paintings
You built the world that
I helped you create in the
Backgrounds of success
Recognition
Not made for those below you
Couldn't stand sharing
I'm like a child
Being seen but not being
Heard enough by you
My love so naive
Thinking one day you'll listen
It won't go in one
Ear out the other
Passing me by as if I'm
An inconvenience
I am tired of
This dance with you dropping me
But you pick me up
Only when you need
Your stubborn ego fed by my
Undying passion
To please and see some
Kind of acknowledgment that
I am here that I
Stuck by your side not
Holding mistreatment against
Your clever tactics
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PoesíaA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.
